Photo by: Jim Aspinwall
I used to hang out with my dad “like a puppy”… tinkering in the garage and workshop, going to ham radio stores and events, visiting at Air Guard summer camps. He never complained, I met great people and new mentors, and I learned a LOT. While I was never eligible to fly jets, what little kid wouldn’t be “flying high” hanging out on a riveted jet? Our current riveted “take flight” escape is in a 30 foot 2004 Classic – radio-equipped and dad-approved.